Just a Girl

I’m just a girl
With tattoos and dreadlocks
And a shiny black barbell in the middle of my stomach
Proclaiming the word
Bitch

I’m just a girl
With lime green sneakers
And dark black sunglasses
And a penchant for cursing and smoking too much

I’m just a girl
Who once was a woman
But feels more like a child
With each passing day

I’m just a girl
Nose buried in a textbook
Dreaming of a tomorrow
That got lost with yesterday

I’m just a girl
Who sometimes has days
When then sky is too black
And the rain refuses to come

I’m just a girl
Broken hearted and bleeding
Wondering if she’ll ever be OK
Wondering if she’ll ever be OK

Tags: poetry

Summer is a freelance writer and mother of 3, searching for herself amongst the Legos and blocks. After moving a couple hundred miles away from home, and fighting a few dragons, she's figuring out that she needs to be her own biggest fan to get through the world.


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